Episode #41: The Stories We Tell

June 26, 2018 · 42:22
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Stories from our parents and grandparents are a sort of intergenerational game of telephone – even the ones we think we know for sure change as they are told and retold.

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Here are the Englishlyrics to the song featured in the episode:

SONG – 1975
In the beginning, the year 1975
The heaven twisted, the earth flipped
The heaven turned, the earth unraveled
The little country of Laos fell
The foundation of our nation fell apart
There was anger, anger
From common soldiers to royalty
We thought about not fleeing the country, but we could not survive if we stayed
With regrets in our hearts, with our power, we lay our weapons lay down and put them away
Crying as though we were burying our love ones in death
The year 1975
The heaven flipped, the earth twisted
The heaven unraveled, the earth turned
There was nothing left of the little country of Laos
The foundation of our nation fell apart
There was anger, anger
From common soldiers to royalty
We thought of not letting go of our country Laos
But we were scared we would die if stayed
With regrets in our hearts, with our power, we lay our weapons lay down and put them away
And cried ourselves to sleep, we cried in our dreams, waking up from those dreams, we cried
The little country of Laos fell
There was anger, anger
From royals to the rest of the nation. Those who had the money to escape the country
They had money to pay their passage on boats
They royals ran away to the other side.
There was nothing left, leaving behind countrymen and women, who did not have money to pay the passage on boats
They fled for their survival but did not make to the other side, dying the way they came…drowning in rivers, lost in the jungle, starving to death in valleys
They had no clothes or cloth to cover their bodies, no coffin lid to close on them
They gave their flesh as food for the ants to feast
My heart is tormented, there is no end to the pain and sorrow
The time of losing our country and land has been 43, but even now I am still frightened.